more thoughts on being the sea

I feel buffeted by forces more within me than without
I know I am immensely fortunate not to have my life or bodily integrity threatened on a daily basis
nevertheless I indulge myself in feeling cursed by all the things that bite, beat and infect me from the inside

the sun is an external force acting on the sea
moving in its independent cycle
 indifferent to whether it passes over crashing waves, swells, flatness or storm
unmoved by how its reflection is affected

there is a small tidal pool in front of me
it appears so contained, so full of itself yet
i know it will empty come low tide, and overflow
the current  borders come high
what I see now is only a moment in its existence
in reality it is always in flux

Yet it would be another mistake to view it as I do myself,
cycling between low and high, empty and full

Somewhere else on the planet is a corresponding tidal pool that
fills as this one empties, and empties as this one fills
could the same be true of me?  that I could find my counterbalance?
that even when I feel depleted, lost, there
could be another place inside me still full?